Nobody Compares To You

Aaralyn was a typical teenage girl. That is, until Harry Styles pushes himself into her life. NCTY contains graphic material for mature readers only. This is my story, it came from my mind. :) Thanks!

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26. Chapter 26

I woke the next morning to an unfamiliar voice. I opened my eyes to find Braden laying next to me, rubbing his eyes and mumbling something I couldn't understand. 

"That's her, isn't it? That's the girl?" a guy said in disbelief. He was tall, blond, and built. He had his arm around a girl's shoulder. She was smaller, blond, and skinny. Very skinny. If I had to guess, she was as small as my pinky. At least when I held my pinky up to my face. It would completely cover her. 

Gosh I'm sleepy...

"Yeah, it's her." Braden mumbled, fumbling with the sheets. I sat up, completely confused. I blinked my eyes a couple of times. 

I looked over at the bedside clock and saw it was 11:30 in the morning. 

"Aw shit!" I gasped as I jumped from Braden's bed. "I have to go, my dad comes home today." I grabbed my clothes and changed quickly in the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom, the guy and gal were gone and Braden was dressed. 

"I'll take you home." I nodded. 

When we pulled up to my house, my dad's car was in the driveway. I cursed silently because I was late. 

"Thank you for taking me home, Braden." I leaned over and kissed him softly. 

"You're welcome." He smiled. 

I got out of Braden's car and ran up to my front door. I yanked open the unlocked door and threw my stuff down. I ran into the living room to find my dad joking around with my mom. I missed their joking and playing.

"Daddy!" I yelled, very childish. I missed my dad, but what he did was wrong on many different levels.  "Aaralyn!" My father smiled as I gave him a hug. "I missed you so much! How was the trip?" "It was good. We'll have to go sometime together, all of us."  My dad smiled. My mom and dad divorced when I was fifthteen, Josh was eighteen. I had always been a daddy's girl up until we found out about what he did. When my dad moved to North Carolina, he found this really cute, big beach house. I stay at his house every summer. He has a girlfriend who thinks she's my mom. She'll never be my mom.

"Oh, crap, summer! You're here to get me! I'm not even packed!" "Go pack, sweetie. I'll explain to dad what's been going on." My mom assured me. "Thanks, mom." I said as I ran up stairs to my room. 

I found my duffel bags and threw a bunch of shit in both bags. If I needed something, there were malls and beach shops. I just needed some clothes to take. 

After I finished packing, I went downstairs to put my bags in my dad's Jeep. I stopped before I reached the bottom steps. Mom was talking to dad about Harry. I started crying, upset that that's what my dad is bombarded with. I haven't seen him in months and that's what he hears first. 

Yay... I'm sorry, daddy.

I went outside and threw my bags in the Jeep. I came back inside and my dad was hugging my mom good bye. I did the same.

As we drove off, I had to re-explain everything. Everything since I first met Harry. How those guys were after me, how Harry beat two up, how one raped me, all of it. Dad was very concerned which I knew he would be. Mom was too, she was the one who comforted me when Harry couldn't or wouldn't. 

When we got to my dad's beach house, I put my stuff away and took a walk on the beach. I walked in thought for a while. I decided to head back when it got dark outside. 

The summer flew by quickly. Braden texted me after a week of being gone, all worried and concerned. I explained to him that I forgot about leaving and that I'd be back at the end of summer. I doubted he'd wait a summer for me to return. He'd probably find a decent girl who he'll fall for. Who knows, right? 

Harry hasn't even attempted speaking to me. Nothing. Once in a while, I'd ask Gem how he is. She say the usual; upset, lazy, constantly fucking someone. She said that he brought home a new girl every week to two weeks. I always replied with the same answer: at least he's moving on. It seems hard for me to do. Gem asked if I had found anyone since I broke up with Harry. I explained the whole Braden story and she was thrilled when I told her everything he said to me and about me. Sometimes I miss Harry. His warm hugs, soft kisses, his ability to pleasure me. Nobody could ever give me something as good as Harry did. Sometimes, I'm happy with the choice I made. He made his choice by fucking those girls when he went home, so I made my choice to be breaking up with him. It was pretty much a win-win situation. I thought so at least. 

I was sitting in my bedroom when Gem called me. "Harry hasn't seen a single girl, besides mum and I, in weeks. I'm glad and I think he's realized how shitty it must be without you." "Thanks Gem and weeks?" "Yes, weeks! Hey I gotta go, but um..." Gem paused. "But what?" "You're still at your dad's house in North Carolina, right?" "Yeah, why?" "Harry's in the states now. He should be there tomorrow. Night, love!" Gemma yelled before hanging up. My jaw dropped. 

Harry is on his way.
To see me. 
In North Carolina.
At my dad's house. 
He's never met my dad.
Dad has only really heard the bad things.
He's not going to let him in. 
Shit.
Fuck.
Damn.
Oh god...

I jumped from my bed and ran to the downstairs master bedroom. Dad and Caroline were watching a movie. 

"Dad, Harry's sister just called and said he hasn't seen a girl in weeks. She also said that he is in the states and should be here tomorrow..." I trailed off, chewing on my bottom lip. "Alright, we'll have a talk with him tomorrow." I nodded and went back to bed. 

"I love you, Harry. Don't leave us ever again." "I love you too, Aaralyn. Baby, don't you ever worry about that happening again. I promise I will never, ever leave you and that one ever again." 

I blinked my eyes a few times, hearing whispering. I thought about my dream, who is 'that one?'  and 'us?' I laid silent for a minute until I heard, "please, sir, let me see her," from outside my door. I threw the duvet on the floor and stumbled to me feet. Before I opened the door, I listened. "Please, I love her. What I did was stupid and I saw my old friends and girl... friends. Please, Aaralyn is my everything. Please?" I stepped back from my door, not sure if Harry was allowed to see me. I jumped when my door opened to reveal Harry. I saw my dad nod and go downstairs. Harry walked into my room and closed the door behind him. He went to reach for my face when I stepped back, not wanting him to touch me. 

"Baby..." Harry had been crying. His eyes were red and puffy. He closed his eyes, turning his head away so I couldn't see his face. He reached up to wipe away a tear when I stopped him by grabbing his arm. Harry looked at me confused. I let go of his arm and held his face in my hands. 

"You're so beautiful when you cry." I admitted to Harry. I wiped away the tears and pulled him into me for a hug. "I can't even kiss you?" Harry sighed. "I don't want to kiss you and you don't want to kiss me." "Why wouldn't I want to kiss you?" Harry stopped playing with my hair and waited for my answer. "I..." I stepped away from Harry and looked away. Harry grabbed my shoulders and gently shook me until I looked back at him. His eyes studied my face. 

"You had sex with someone. Who?" Harry looked a bit hurt. You're hurt? You fucked how many girls? That's why I bloody broke up with you! "Almost sex." I corrected. "Who?" Harry looked a bit angry like I did something horrible when he fucked all those girls! I was almost fucked by his enemy, Braden. So what!? "Braden." I muttered. Anger shot through Harry. His jaw tensed as did his whole body. His hands were balled into fists. He looked like he could've killed Braden if he was here. "Braden?" Harry repeated through gritted teeth. I nodded, satisfactory showing in my expression. 

"Why the fuck would you let him try to fuck you?" Harry shouted. "Because you fucked all those whores back home. You were MY boyfriend. MINE! Did you just forget that you were in a commited relationship when you got back home?" I was yelling now. Harry was furious. "I swear if he put that dick of his anywhere near you, I'm going to fucking kill him!" "You're not going to fucking touch him, you here me?" Harry glared at me. "I'll fucking kill him if he touched you!" I shuddered at that. Braden had touched me, probably more than he should've. I did touch back though... I was silent for too long. "I'm going to kill him! Did you touch back?" Harry asked loudly. I lightly nodded. I've never seen anyone this pissed before. It looked like Harry could've killed Braden and me. Harry cupped my face in his hands, his thumb played with my bottom lip. 

"I'm sorry I wasn't enough for you. I'm sorry I was so bad that you resulted to a bastard like Braden after me. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm just so sorry..." Harry sat down on my bed and buried his face in his palms. "If it helps at all, Braden was the one who stopped us before we had sex. He told me that it would be shitty of him to fuck me after a break up with the love of my life. I agreed that it would be shitty on us both and that you are the love of my life." Harry didn't move. "So if he hadn't stopped you, you would've fucked him." This time I didn't move. Harry nodded, "now I see where I stand." 

My jaw dropped. "Where you stand? What about me? You went home for a visit and FUCKED ALL OF YOUR EX-GIRLFRIENDS! YOU EVEN FUCKED GIRLS WHO YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW! WITH WHAT YOU DID, IT WOULD'VE SEEMED LIKE WE WERE NEVER ACQUAINTED TO BEGIN WITH!" Harry just looked up at me and shrugged. My palm made direct contact with Harry's left cheek. He fell onto the floor while he held his burning cheek. "Fuck you!" I yelled at him. Harry looked up at me in disbelief. "You need to leave, Harry." I opened my door so he would leave. He didn't. "Fine, then I'll leave." I said as I exited my room and downstairs. I made my way out to the beach before looking back. Harry hadn't followed me. I looked around me and caught no glimpse of him. I started walking back to the house and I saw Harry get in his Range Rover. He saw me and we both stopped moving completely, just staring at each other. I started walking to the house again and Harry closed his truck door. He started the truck and he left. 

I walked up to my room, completely ignoring my dad's questions to see if I'm alright. I walked into my room and found a note lying on my bed. I picked it up, it read:
Baby, I'm so sorry for everything. I love you to Pluto and back. You are my world, my everything. I would die for you and you know that. I'm going through heartbreak because you don't want there to be an 'us'  anymore. I get why and I can't put in words how sorry I am. I love you more than you can imagine. If you think there's any hope for us left, meet me on the beach tonight at midnight. I love you, baby. xxxxxxxx Harry.xxxxxxxx

I put the letter down and flopped on my bed and looked up at my ceiling. z

Should you go tonight?
No! He made his decision by fucking those girls! Leave him!
Yes! He loves you and you love him! Go get your man back! 

No matter what I thought, I was at constant war with myself. I decided that I should call Ally up and get advice. 

"Tomorrow will be better." "But what if it's not?" I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "Then you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better." Ally explained. "Where do you get these quotes?" I laughed, frustrated. "I found that one in a book. Shh, don't tell anyone I read." Ally joked. "Okay, thanks Al." I said as I hung up. 


A few hours later, it was eleven-thirty at night. It was time to make a choice. 

I'm going to go.
No, bitch! 

I put on a pair of jeans and a plain pink tshirt. I walked outside and onto the beach in search for my lover, completely ignoring my subconscious. I finally spotted a curly haired boy sitting in the sand. I looked at the time and it was midnight. Harry was hunched over and drawing something in the sand. I was able to get close enough behind him to see what it read: "I love you." 

Harry jumped as I sat down next to him. I looked over and he was smiling with a familiar light in his eyes. The one he wore when he told me he loved me in the past. He wore the light tonight very well. 


"So who do you love?" I asked, pointing to the art in the sand. "I think we both know who I love. I just don't know if she loves me anymore." Harry looked back down at the sand. "Why don't you just ask her if she still loves you?" Harry looked back up at me, blinked a few times as if he was thinking and took my hand in his. "Aaralyn, do you love me?" I smiled back at him. "Harry, I do love you. I love you to Pluto and back, and I'm sorry about what happened with Braden." Harry played with my hands and said, "I'm sorry about what happened back home. To be honest, I was fucking drunk the first time. Then the girls just kept coming, one after another. I'm really sorry, baby. I love you and I'm so fucking sorry for everything, darling." Harry confessed to me. 


I motioned for Harry to lay down and when he did, he messed up his sand art. I frowned because it was drawn for me, by the guy I love. I laid my head on Harry's chest and we laid in silence for a long time. "I love you, Harry, even though I may not show it sometimes. I'll always love you, baby." I felt Harry's heart beat quicken. "I love you too, baby girl." Harry brushed his fingers through my hair. I entwined our fingers and quickly fell asleep. 

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